Soulmate- An Unbreakable Bond (1.0)✔ (Completed)

♡| It Was Destined

200 years ago....

A huge palace, long pillars supporting it with their roots, white and golden coloures were painted all over it's walls. The mountain ranges could be seen from the huge widely opened windows.

Running across the long corridor, I reached the staircase area. The whole hall was full of people busy at their work, the King of Dooars would come any time soon. Taking the various baskets filled with flower petals of various colours, they were decorating the whole palace with patience.

Smiling brightly, holding my long Acchal of the white Sharee with red lines (Indian traditional clothes) I started to climb down the stairs with my baby feet. My long black wavy hair was opened behind my back bouncing with my every moves.

"Devarati, Devarati! Come here now!" I heard my mother's voice calling me from behind.

But I was too much amazed by the beautiful flowers to respond her back. I was running to the garden looking for my baby plants.

They need water, just like I need food and they never like to take their food from others but only me. Mother should understand it!

"Let her go, Madhavi Devi. She will come whenever she feels like to eat again." Father's voice reached to my ear telling my mother about me.

"But.."

"Don't worry."

My father was the best. He understood my every word for my trees and plants.

I hurried to the garden where my roses were shining brightly into the Sunlight. I knew, they were very happy to see me. They always understood my presence.

I took my water container and started to spread the water through my fingers. They were smiling on the Sun rays making me smile too.

The King was coming to tell the stories of his kingdom to Father. They always came every month and mother kept me with her to the RaniMahal (Queen's Chamber).

She told me that a princess shouldn't go to the other king or any other male without taking any shade in front of her face. My other elder sisters also took those with them whenever they went out.

But I didn't like to do that, it made me irritated and hot; sweat always started to drop whenever I wore those. Mother and my other sisters of other stepmothers scolded me many times; but Father always saved me from them and treated me sweet if I cried.

I am my father's princess just like the roses are my princess!

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A boy of his 10 years age wearing golden Kurta and white Dhoti was following his Father behind him.

His father was the King of Dooars; he had many works to do; always visited one place to another with his armed soldiers. It was his first time with his Father to visit a place which was not within their Kingdom's boundary.

This time they came to the place quite far from the main Kingdom, near the Mountains ranges and green forest, the palace of Zamindar (Landlord), Ratnabrata Mazumder. He heard from his father that they were very good friends since their childhood.

They entered the palace which was painted in white and golden just like his wearings, through a iron gate with lion faced pillars; it was the symbol of Kingdom of Dooars.

A wide garden full of flowers were surrounded within it. The various colours of flowers were shining brightly in the falling Sun rays.

His blue eyes were sparkling in the Sun rays internalizing it's mesmerising beauty into his wanderlust mind.

The Landlord was standing in front the main door of the palace smilingly opening his hands to the King for a warm welcome. They both hugged and the boy was looking at them with his blue eyes widely.

"Who is this brilliant child, my lord?" The Landlord asked to the King.

"He is my youngest son, Ratnabrata; visiting outside of his home for the first time." The king replied smilingly.

"Come child, come." The Landlord held the boy's hand delicately and welcomed them to his palace.

The palace were decorated with beautiful flowers. But it didn't wonder the little boy; he had seen these many times in his palace. He was more interested in the outside world where the sun was shining brightly.

Looking at this little child's desperation the King and the Landlord let him go freely to roam the palace, smilingly and continued their important discussion.

The boy, after getting his freedom came to the balcony side of the palace, ground floor. He was wondering about the beauty of the garden. His blue eyes caught the side of the garden where various roses bloomed.

"I don't like this flower!" He said sneering his nose. Just before turning over his face to other side his blue eyes fell on the small figure of a girl watering those rose plants. She seemed same aged as him.

His curiosity took it's highest peak and that leaded him to that direction where she was doing her work paying no attention to the world around her.

After a while taking baby steps towards the direction, passing through the long stems of the plants he reached the place where she was watering her plants smilingly, with care in her eyes.

He was looking at her silently, might be mesmerised by her act; her long white Acchal of the Sharee got dirty due to the mud laying on the ground. Her long hair was all messy, blowing with the cold breeze of the mountain ranges.

Getting the feeling of being stared she looked at his direction and found those blue mesmerising eyes looking at her with a stance of amusement.

"AH!" She yelled in shock making him yelled too.

Both got silence at each other's yelling; stared for few minutes at each other and started giggling with their childlike innocence.

"Why are you watering them?" He asked as it was quite confusing for him to see watering the plants which he hated. In his palace it never happened.

The things he never likes don't come near him, anytime!

"Because I love them!" She said smilingly; innocence was filled into her bright brown eyes.

It amazed him. It was time for him to know that something which was not liked by him could be loved by others.

He started at her with wondering blue eyes; this time smiling brightly.

"What's your name?" He asked, as he knew that he got a new friend who could accompany him for a long time in his wonderful adventures.

"Devarati Mazumder; your?" She asked smiling beautifully at him, a layer of dust was still on her forehead.

"Vikram Singha!" He replied equally smiling, coming closer, to help her in her work.

It was destined that they met and this was how their unbreakable saga had started...

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